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The 28th of January was an unlucky day for Zi Peng. At 1: 40 that morning, my mother died at the age of 81, due to a worsening of the illness.

When Zi Peng saw his mother gasping for breath, tears streamed down his face, and he knew that his mother was done for. At this time, everyone in the house was present, and only Wen Zhan was far from home and had yet to arrive.

Seeing this, Zi Peng hurriedly called her sister-in-law and Chun Lan over to help his mother get dressed. The shroud had been made by his mother when she was alive, and it had been more than 10 years. Due to the good safekeeping, it looked like a new one. After putting on their clothes, everyone carried their mother from the kang to the wooden board on the ground. Zi Peng couldn't help but shed two streams of tears, crying out loud for her sister and his three children.

At this moment, Zi Peng's heart was unable to calm down. His mother had worked hard all her life for the four of them. She had broken her waist and suffered a lot. After raising them up, she gave them to study. Especially since his elder brother was a student in the same era as the internal wars. At home, they ate a meal without a break, the landlord forced rent, the Kuomintang forced taxes, life was very difficult. Even in this situation, his parents still allowed his big brother to study … When it was time for Zi Peng to study, the condition of his family was slightly better. Because at that time, shortly after liberation, the family was given a house and a place to live. His mother worked so hard for the four of them to study. When Wen Zhan went to school, life improved a little. At that time, however, it was three years of natural disasters. At home, eating without food and wearing nothing was not an easy thing to do even for a student …

As Zi Peng thought of this, unstoppable tears began to flow out like a fountain. He did not cry out loud. Instead, he used his handkerchief to wipe his tears away, letting the tears flow freely onto the handkerchief.

At this moment, how could Zi Peng not remember the benefits his mother had brought him? It was the summer of 1961, and the family of five lived in a shack on a hill in five rows. Zi Peng went up the mountain to peel the elm bark. After being chopped, dried and ground, he then went to the mill to grind it into a fine flour. Come back and make a pancake as big as two big bowls and as thick as a centimeter. He put them in a pot and cooked them. His family didn't want to eat them. Mother told Zi Peng to sell in the market. At this moment, Zi Peng was already 17 years old. But because of malnutrition, development is not good, the height is less than 1.5 meters tall. He took the cookies to the market and sold them for five cents each. Soon they were sold out, for a total of twelve yuan. He spent 3 yuan to buy half a catty of red wine from the Taoyuan Supply and Marketing Association. He tasted it and felt that it was very sweet. Thus, he quickly drank half a catty of red wine. How could he be so forgiving? His alcohol tolerance was too great. After a while he felt light-headed and dizzy, and he felt that he was too ashamed to go home to his mother. Thus, he staggered down the road. When he arrived at a dilapidated warehouse in the Power plant cafeteria, he was lying on a pile of grass, completely drunk. When he woke up, the sky was already bright. He had never thought that his mother would be so anxious when he didn't return home last night. Mother searched the entire Taoyuan, but she couldn't find her disappointing son. So my mother went home and cried all night, and did not sleep all night. The next morning, when Zi Peng came back listlessly, his mother was still crying. When he saw his mother in this state, he went up to her and fell to his knees, hugging her legs and crying loudly. As he cried, he recounted what happened yesterday. Finally, he said:

”Mother, it's all your son's fault. If you can vent your anger, then give me a beating.” ”Mother, I will never dare to anger you again. I will never make you angry again.”

His mother wanted to give Zipeng a good beating when he returned to vent her anger. Who knew he was the first to strike? Who knew he did it first, which caught her off guard. Now the mother looked at her thin, small, dark son and her anger was gone. She held Zi Peng up and said:

”Child, it's not that mother didn't want to hit you, it's just that you admitted your mistake first. How could Mother bear to hit you when she saw you like this? ”Alright, child, don't do anything stupid in the future. Quickly come into the house, wash your face and eat dinner later.”

At this moment, how could Zi Peng not thank his mother for her kindness? Tears streaming down his face, he said to his mother,

”Thank you mother for your kindness. From now on, I promise not to anger mother again. I promise to listen to mother.”

After saying that, the mother and son both smiled …

Now that Zipeng thought about it, he felt that his mother was so kind; that she was so great; that she was so kind. But the kind mother, the great mother, the kind mother, had finally left him and gone on her own. How could he not be filled with grief at this moment?

On the morning of the 28th of January, 1994, the Family and friends of Zi Peng had arrived. The main leaders of the refractory plant had also arrived.

When she saw that her mother had passed away, she could not help but feel a great deal of grief. She knelt in front of her mother's mourning hall and burst into tears. She cried that she did not see her mother for the last time; she cried that she did not spend more time with her mother; she cried that she had lost a good mother who loved her; she cried that she had not been filial for her mother. At this time, Chun Lan and his eldest daughter Cheng Hua came over to help Lixia up. They gave her a handkerchief and let her wipe her tears. Chun Lan said:

”Little sister, no matter how much you cry, mother will not be able to revive you. Please grieve.”

Lixia never thought that her mother would leave her for good after only two days. She wiped away her tears and said:

”The day before yesterday, when I came to celebrate my mother's 81st birthday, my mother was in good spirits. It's only been two days and Mother has already left. If you know it's going to be like this, then I really shouldn't have left. I should be here accompanying her more often, but now, it's too late for anything. ”